When Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng arrived, the Bearfield Tribe had already been slaughtered, with nearly every member dead or wounded. Even the neighboring tribes aside from Bearfield's had been wiped out.
At that moment, Bearfield's eyes were bloodshot. The childishness on his face had been replaced by hatred. Standing before him was a True Immortal clad in immortal armor, upon which was emblazoned a pattern of terrain soaring into the heavens. His strength was far beyond that of an ordinary rogue immortal or a member of a small immortal sect. He was actually from the Dichi Immortal Domain.
The man had a full beard and a vicious countenance. Wielding a short whip, he repeatedly knocked back Bearfield as the latter charged at him.
Bang! Another thunderous crash rang out. Bearfield was struck in the chest by the azure short whip and sent flying several hundred zhang, smashing through more than a dozen enormous trees. Yet Bearfield seemed not to have suffered much injury. He roared as he climbed to his feet and charged back into the fray. He looked like a mad tiger, with the posture of someone who would never stop until he and his opponent perished together.
"You're only a barbarian boy, yet you possess such extraordinary talent. It would truly be a pity for you to die here. So long as you nod and come with me to the Dichi Immortal Domain, I guarantee you a bright future. In time, you can enter the Heavenly Court with me and take your place among the ranks of immortals. Wouldn't that be far better than staying in this damned place? As for the other barbarians, they're utterly worthless. Let them die. Do you truly intend to be buried alongside them?"
The bearded man, Duan Heng, wielded the azure